Dream X Nightmare Novels & Stories

"Peggy, I called you in today to discuss the details of your report." Just that one sentence from the nightmarish voice was enough to summon the fear that had haunted my countless midnight awakenings. I hid the knife behind me and turned around. It was Wyatt, but not the man from my memories. This Wyatt looked more like a monster born from my fear. His face sagged crookedly, drool trickled from the corners of his twisted lips, and his bulging eyes burned bright and deranged. I took two steps back. I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly.

“Elana, listen to me. You just had a seizure. Liam said none of your dreams were ever that bad. Is all this training making them worse? What did you dream about?” -

I was not the only one struggling to sleep at night having nightmares. We were all having nightmares. This is not life.It is prison. I woke up soaked in sweat. I had another nightmare where Liam was trying to have sex with me but his face was rotten and smelly. I don't think his body is already decomposed. I couldn't stand the smell. I tried to run away as fast as I could but he kept on appearing in front of me. I tried to scream but I failed to scream.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

___________________________________________________________________________ Nightmare /ˈnʌɪtmɛː/ noun 1. a frightening or unpleasant dream. "I had nightmares after watching the horror movie" a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect. "the nightmare of racial hatred" ___________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 00am

I was taken aback slightly. “Vampires have dreams too?” I interjected, not able to help myself and earned a scowl in return. “Of course we do,” he replied and continued, “I always dream of...blurry faces you know, of voices which I find familiar but never meet.” His voice had turned distant and I hardly realised that my mouth had hung open because that’s exactly what I dreamed of. “Like some are nightmares, but you know that it’s all related?” I said, almost breathless. Damian’s head snapped towards me, his eyes wide as he nodded dazedly. “Yeah, that’s…” he trailed off.

The grief and guilt were all churning in my heart along with a great amount of shock. Then suddenly all I could see was darkness and a few seconds later, I was once again awake in my own bedroom. “What the fuck?!” Sweating and panting. And realizing that the nightmare had not stopped. Instead, it had only gotten worse. Somehow the dream and the nightmare had merged into one. The dream of having sex with Xyrra and the nightmare of the night my brother had been killed.

Raymond asked as he also stood up from the sofa and run his hands down his face. “She woke up in the middle of the night and made every one of us more comfortable, but when she came to Xavier, he looked like he was having a nightmare. She calmed you down and then guess got caught up with you and fell asleep there.” Matthew said with a smile on his face, remembering how his mate tried to take care of everyone last night. Xavier looked down at Jess. He felt a sudden gratitude that couldn’t be explained. He had had nightmares ever since they returned home after the incident and nothing could ever help him stop them, but Jess did, Xavier couldn’t even remember if he dreamt last night, let alone

The room, once divided by shadows, became a space where the tendrils of reality and nightmare intertwined—a delicate dance between the conscious and the unconscious. "I'm so sorry, Drew," Jette whispered, her eyes seeking solace in his gaze. "I never meant for any of this to hurt you. We need to find a way to break free from this nightmare—together." In that moment, Drew and Jette confronted the enigma that bound them—the nightmare that had spilled into reality. The threads of understanding, woven through the shared journey of dreams and waking moments, became a tapestry that held the promise of navigating through the shadows and emerging into the light of a reality untainted by the haunting

But this night was beyond reason and she could barely think well in that moment. Angela woke up immediately, realizing it was all a dream. Her very first sex dream, with Dmitiri. Her face all pinked up, she was getting goosebumps with her guy. First feelings now a sex dream. Was he really the man of her dreams? Was she really fully in love with him?. Thoughts continued to linger in her head when she heard her phone beep.